19th Resurrection - Drunk. Again.

[sanctus_dei]

[Ladies and gentleman, good people of Mayfield: Theo Crawford is drunk. Drunker than the skinny little lightweight has ever been in his young life. Sure, he liked alcohol before he got into town, especially a good wine. But Mayfield has pushed him into some places mentally where wine seemed to make thing seem a whole lot more pleasant. The more wine, the less Mayfield irritated him. Well, sometimes.

He's also drunk to the point where he's a gotten whiny, and hopelessly lost. After leaving the bar - hurry Theo, before Shizuo comes in for his shift - and taking a few wrong turns, Theo has gotten completely lost in the residential area.

So, be treated to one very drunk, very cranky, very whiny teenager wandering around. He's on your lawn, staring and squinting at your house and mailbox, wondering if it's the right one. He might have even opened the door and stumbled in before realizing this isn't the right place. At one point he's accompanied by his two undead crows, who caw and chatter at him, and who he speaks with.]

IT'S NOT MY FAULT. Why did ANYONE ever think building towns like this was a good thing. Honestly. It's fuckin' nauseating and if I ever make it home, I'm fuckin' burning down the first suburb I see. You can take that shit to the bank.

[The crow on his shoulder chitters something at him.]

Well YEAH. You're some kinda... freaky Mayfield drone crow. Even after I turned you. You're just a stupid bird. Of COURSE you like this place.

Stupid bird. Which way is the house?!

Comments

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Anderson. Is there a reason you're talking to the -- For goodness sakes. Get that thing off my lawn.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Anderson. I don't live on Anderson. Shit.

They're not going to do anything. They're too stupid. [He says this, but he also gives the one on his shoulder a friendly pat, swaying on his feet.] But shit, when all you have is Mayfield animals to make familiars from, what do you expect.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

. . . You made this?

[Susan looks as if he's just admitted to serial rape.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He's very proud of all his necromantic creations. Her look doesn't bother him as that's usually the kind of reaction he wants.]

Yeah. They take a lot of maintenance here though. Town keeps trying to right itself. Fucking annoying. Gotta fix these thing every day.

[He continues to pet it. The bird actually seems rather pleased.]

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

[Susan reaches out a hand. Not to pet it, but to wring its neck if Theo allows her to touch it.]

The undead are an aberration. Souls that cling to life so strongly they can't move any further down the path they were meant to go. You make them?

[In many ways, this is a personal insult.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Theo may be drunk and a bit slow-moving, but as she reaches for the smarter of the two birds, it caws loudly and flaps its wings, flying back to join its friend. Theo frowns at her.]

You bet I do. And I'm good at it too. And if you've got a problem with it, too goddamn bad. This town's concept of death is already completely fucked anyway.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

[She's had her voice of command now for nearly a month. She has never been angry enough to use it. Now, though, it just seems to slip out.]

YOU IMBECILE. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'RE DISRUPTING WITH YOUR FOOLERY?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[W-well that's a bit off-putting, isn't it? Where the hell did THAT come from? He blinks at you a moment, then goes back to looking angry.]

S-so fucking what! What does it matter, especially here of all places! What, are you gonna kill me too then? I don't give a rat's ass anymore!

[The two crows caw at their master from a ways down, trying to convince him to get away, but he ignores them. He's too interested in what you might pull out next.]

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

THAT'S MY GENERAL DUTY, YES.

[As Susan advances, she seems to suddenly jolt to a stop. She shakes her head. Damn. Even here . . . Couldn't she escape it, in this place? But in this place . . . She was the only Death. She abruptly turns and stalks to her door, picking up her groceries.]

. . . Leave. Go away. Off with you. I don't want to see you with your little pets again.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He stumbles back, reaching inside his coat for... nothing. He unarmed AND without a spellbook. Gooddamn it.]

What the hell ARE you? And I plan on keep the only things in town that listen to what I tell them to, thanks. Come on, guys. Screw this whole town. Christ.

[The one crow immediately flies over to its master. The other hesitates, dancing back and forth a bit on its feet before listening to the command.]